Occupying my mind (and heart) the only ways I know best:

1. Reading my heart out. Simple fact: when you think about other people's problem, fiction or otherwise, you forget your own.

2. Bake goodies I dont eat. The kitchen calms me in ways long showers do.

3. Sleep to my heart's content.

4. Shop. Its unfeminist, but it works.

5.Mind and butt numbing hours of TV.

This is....

I...

He...

Cant.....

I am without speech. I'll try again after I watch this a couple dozens more time and stop drooling on the keyboard.

Update: David, you ruined me for life.

But what is the point anyway? Songs come to an end. So does everything else that is good.

Good weather doesn’t last.

Love fades.

Rainbows disappear.

Flowers wilt.

Fruits rot.

Credits roll.

Novel has a last page.

Curtains close.

We wake up.

Morning comes.

Night arrives.

Meal finishes.

Ice cream melts.

Bread expires.

People always leave.

Cats….die. And there is no more Ned the pie maker to bring them back to life, is there? O Pushing Daisies, why did you leave me so? Where will I get my dosage of creative writing and good acting that leave my heart all gooey and fuzzy. No other show makes me want to hug myself from the sweet satisfaction of it all as you do. People of the U.S, have you no taste that you don’t watch this show causing it to get canceled. Why do people don’t realize good things when they see it in front of them? Whereas I, had to watch it on poor quality on the internet and still could see the sweetness that is Pushing Daisies (Proof, that I have loved it way back when). Guh, world that is not in technicolour and narrated by Jim Dale is cruel. Im going to go sob in my pillow now.